Regret Came Too Late

Chapter 8

Grace had underestimated the acceleration of the electric scooter. The moment she twisted the throttle, it lurched forward and crashed straight into someone's car.

She tumbled to the ground and scraped her knee. The sharp sting made her frown.

The car's owner stormed out furiously. "Do you even know how to ride? Are you in

a hurry to die or something? Damn my luck. This is a new car I just picked up from

the dealership, for goodness sake! You better pay for the damages."

Grace glanced at the car emblem and realized it was a Maserati.

Just great. There was no way her ten thousand dollars would cover this.

A crowd quickly gathered, eager to see who had the misfortune of crashing into a luxury car.

The man grabbed her sleeve. "Pay up, woman, or I'm calling the police!"

Grace adjusted her stance to alleviate the pain in her leg. "Is ten thousand dollars enough?"

The man thought he was hearing things, and his face immediately flushed with anger. "Do you take me for a beggar or something?"

at Ethan's intersection

flicked back to the scene, and the air around him turned colder as his gaze

settle it." Tim's grip on the steering wheel tightened immediately. He had the urge to say something but finally decided against it and got out of

and Grace's forehead was already covered

was just about to figure out who to call for help when

man spoke in a professional tone. "Call the traffic

he noticed that Tim had stepped out of a limited edition luxury car that was worth tens of

car like this in Druville, and he couldn't afford to offend the

for the police, he quickly said, "A hundred thousand dollars. You can just transfer

money and turned to leave, but Grace stopped

today, emphasizing

tip of her nose added a touch

money to

car, feeling that someone else

waved her off.

picture of impatience, clearly uninterested in

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255